I would love to go to the Lethe
When this ship is ready to wreck,
Beyond the port of the Leith
While it stood still and erect.

Sailors and seafaring men
Are no strangers to such wreckage,
Capsized wasen I heard of in Zen
A ritual of the foregone age.

I but have no intentions to starve
In the waters unknown and a life,
Instead I'm destined to be...